Lyrics:

Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up
What`s happenin`, chi chi?
I told her to fly and she scared of the
Virus, I sent her a private to get here
I made four hundred dollars off of each of these
Pounds, I ain`t trippin`, it`s gon` be a good year
Solomon drivin` while I got my hands on the
Chopper, I`m keepin` my eyes in the rearview
I`m from Atlanta where they pay to triple cross
Niggas, they`ll dap you up, then they`ll kill you

These niggas fake and I`m real, I don`t feel `em
My niggas takers, ain`t worried `bout `em stealing
I run with apes and some baby gorillas
I know a few (shh), I can buy me a nigga

Said I wouldn`t change but my change a lil` bigger
Four-carat ring leave a scar if I hit you
Look like a spaceship, got stars in my vehicle
These niggas fake and I don`t wanna deal with `em all

I`m social distancing
Man, these niggas can`t touch me, I can`t get sick
Good excuse for me to pour up medicine (syrup)
She say I ain`t got no heart and I`m devil-sent
I`m on some savage shit, ah
I got the drop on the opps, switched the cars
I got a hundred inside of a drum
We pull up clapping, a round of applause
We just gon` say that they won the award

Slide in the daytime, then come back at night
We gon` make sure that nobody play with us
They make me mad, I`ma turn up
Let`s talk about money, I swear I been savin` up
I`m really sick with this shit, got `em throwin` up
He hit a lick for a brick, now he goin` up
My niggas rapping, you see us, we blowin` up

Hit the bitch for a rack, then ignore her
I`m so sick of these rats and these whores
I might marry my girl and just go away
Eat her out if she rich, got expensive taste
We ain`t got rush, told the pilot to fuckin` wait
Ain`t no way I can go on no fuckin` date
I don`t know her and she don`t know me
My lil` boy `dem turnt up at a young age
You can say that it run in my genes

I`m social distancing
Man, these niggas can`t touch me, I can`t get sick
Good excuse for me to pour up medicine (syrup)
She say I ain`t got no heart and I`m devil-sent
I`m on some savage shit, ah
I got the drop on the opps, switched the cars
I got a hundred inside of a drum
We pull up clapping, a round of applause
We just gon` say that they won the award

I`m social distancing
Man, these niggas can`t touch me, I can`t get sick
Good excuse for me to pour up medicine (syrup)
She say I ain`t got no heart and I`m devil-sent
I`m on some savage shit, ah
I got the drop on the opps, switched the cars
I got a hundred inside of a drum
We pull up clapping, a round of applause
We just gon` say that they won the award

I`m social distancing
Man, these niggas can`t touch me, I can`t get sick